Thank you so much for dropping by Rosehaven Cottage and leaving your wonderfully kind comment so I could come over and "meet" you! Have a wonderful rest of the week!
thanks for your comment about the pic of my boys...i've been wanting a pic like this for ages...but i knew it couldn't be planned...then it would be authentic...so yes, i think i will blow it up and hang it on my wall! :) p.s. can't wait to come back and read more of your blog!!!
you know how it is when you encounter such beauty that it makes your heart ache just a little bit? how it makes you want to create… but you know to attempt would just fall so dissonately short that you don't even try? between your poem today and this photograph… i found myself admiring your insight, eloquence and attention to detail. and it made my heart yearn to be so good at something. bravo!
what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
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Thank you so much for dropping by Rosehaven Cottage and leaving your wonderfully kind comment so I could come over and "meet" you! Have a wonderful rest of the week!
Ho-leee COW what a photo!!!!! Damn! Gorgeous and unforgettable.
Her name was Lola --what a girl she is, and will be.
thanks for your comment about the pic of my boys...i've been wanting a pic like this for ages...but i knew it couldn't be planned...then it would be authentic...so yes, i think i will blow it up and hang it on my wall! :) p.s. can't wait to come back and read more of your blog!!!
I love it all.
She is so perfectly beautiful in her place in the world.
absolutely breath-taking!
Awww, you know I have a soft spot for Lola. She's lovely. As always. As Ever.
Love,
Lola
and surrounded by stars...
Lola Moon draped in stars. Nice.
Stunning.
Lovely blog :) x
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Perfect in every way.
She is such a doll. I really enjoy your photos of her.
Love you Maggie May,
SB
love the cake on her lips.
gorgeous.
She's a beautiful child. She reminds me of pictures of Uma Thurman when she was young. You are so blessed!!! xoxo
Oh Maggie--"world in her eyes."
Too perfect.
I think every girls should have cake on her lips, the wind in her hair and the world in her eyes - lovely thought!
What a miniature, beautiful little bad-ass in training.
Kinda wish I could give her a high-five now.
oh maggie may, i love your work. absolutely gorgeous. you should link this up with imperfect prose today. you make me want to create.
Very cool! Glad I stopped in today, on my travels in blog world...
you know how it is when you encounter such beauty that it makes your heart ache just a little bit? how it makes you want to create… but you know to attempt would just fall so dissonately short that you don't even try? between your poem today and this photograph… i found myself admiring your insight, eloquence and attention to detail. and it made my heart yearn to be so good at something.
bravo!
Stunning.
Lovelovelove this.
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